Monday morning. The weekend is officially over. And it was another overstuffed one that I’m still digesting.
The weekend’ A hockey game against Union with Nick and Bill, where I was mercilessly attacked with those inflatable plastic noisemaker tubes, a basketball game, (ÌÇÐÄvlog¹ÙÍø won both games that evening) a trip to Slices, logging a few lengthy hours in Case Library as I watched the rain turn to sleet turn to snow turn back to something in between, a visit to the new restaurant Nichols and Beal downtown, a movie’or two, the requisite Sunday night phone call home to the family, a few hours spent reading in various locations in and around my apartment and downtown Hamilton, and a couple of fruitful hours of procrastination.
And only a few more days until I do it all again.